Nadiah Alwi

Anything they call it, it tastes delicious. Here is how Sambosa, Sambousa, or Samosa looks like:

Yet, this one is Sambosa, Sambousa, Samosa with cheese. The filling still contains of green chilly, onion, and meat (plus curry kind of ingredients). Yet, they add cheese inside.

So yummy!

Actually, I wanted to buy the cheese only filling as one that I have tried at my autie’s.  So when I saw the word cheese on the package, I expected the cheese only Sambosa, Sambousa, Samosa. But this one is good enough.

Sambosa, Sambousa, Samosa is a Middle East food. Why so famous in Indonesia? At least for some Indonesians? Because, here, in this country, there are many people originated from Middle East. Including my anchestors.

So, yes, I’m kinda half Arabian. Also my hubby. That’s why, other than Sambosa, Sambousa, Samosa, we’re also used to other Arabian food, like kebuli rice, tomato rice, lamb marak (something like soup but with rich Arabian ingredients), halua, etc.

I think I might share more Arabian food here…we’ll see :D. But, please note…I can’t make any of them. All I can do is enjoy them.

I always love kembang tahu. But, I’ve just found out it’s real name. Tauhue. Thanks to Google and Wikipedia.

Kembang Tahu is the Indonesian language version of Tauhue which is actually Chinese dessert. How does it looke like? You’re lucky. I’ve just bought it! Check out:

How does it taste?

You will have layers of soft — very very soft — tofu which are poured with the sauce. The sauce is made of ginger (so it feels warm in your mouth), pandan leaves, palm sugar. These are the ingredients I can guess. I think they may have added something else.

And the sauce is normally served hot. So, people usually buy it whenever it’s cold or raining.

Today, it doesn’t rain. But, I feel like I need some warm up after getting busy doing the laundry which made my feet a bit cold because of the water getting out of my old washing machine. Plus, I’ve been having headache these few days. Maybe it would help, I thought.

So I called the street vendor walking in front of my house with the sound teng-teng-teng, which is the typical sound of street vendors selling tauhue — because there are lots of street vendors in Indonesia…and they have their own unique sound that they make by either beating the spoon onto the plate, or the cart, or anything. The sounds could be ting-ting-ting, tuk-tuk-tuk, and many more, and we all are very aware of each.

But, then… after bringing it into the house, I remember this blog. I felt like I had to share this yummy thing here. So I took a picture or two of this kembang tahu a.k.a tauhue.

And, when I finally ate it…it turned a bit cold already. Too bad. But, hey, that leaves me with a reason to buy it again tomorrow! But, so sorry, I won’t take any picture of it ‘coz I will enjoy my kembang tahu ASAP!

Breakfast in my country is somehow important. Not simply because we care about how breakfast can make you energized during the day, but also because we have various food to enjoy on the list.

So, what’s on the menu today?

Mine is ketan urap. What is ketan urap? It’s sticky rice with grated coconut topping as shown on the picture below:

Normally, people eat that with nut sauce like 0n this picture below — the way my husband likes it:

But, my grandpa made my enjoying sticky rice more colorful. He ate that with rendang (delicous meat with coconut milk cooked for a long long time ’til it’s dark brown — but not burnt out), empal or dendeng (yummy meat cooked twice, first with coconut milk — how we Indonesian love coconut milk, then fried ’til it’s dark brown — but, again, not burnt out), or fried salted fish.

Yesterday I ate it with rendang. Let’s see how I mix the sticky rice today. Only with nut sauce?

With fried meat?

With fried salted fish?

Or, with both fried meat and fried salted fish?

You’re right! Both. But not at the same time. Once the sticky rice got into my mouth with the fried meat, and the next with the fried salted fish. Both are yummy!

What did you have on the menu for breakfast today?

Totally missing it. Blogging.

I used to blog to let go of my tense. And, now, I am tensed. So, I blog.

What to write? Honestly, I still don’t know. Have some ideas in mind but none of them seems to be good enough. And, to be honest, that’s why I don’t blog much these days — plus, of course, the facebook thing, you know…

So, now, I want to go back to my blogging life. Here and the other blogs I have. Now, at least, I have like 4 of them — my daughter has 3, so…my having 4 blogs is nothing compared to hers.

Blogging — or writing — is a part of me I can never get rid of  — bcoz, of course, I don’t want to and I love it. Every time I write, I feel this certain feeling which is both fulfilling and relieving. It’s like I fly to the moon doing it — it’s too much, isn’t it?

Mostly, I write fiction. I even blog some of my fiction work. Yet, I actually love both, fiction and non-fiction. However, I am a bit picky when it comes to non-fiction — both while writing and reading it.

By the way, I love reading, too. As much as I love books. I guess, I love books more than reading ‘coz I have so many books, yet about 2 out of 5 of them are still on the waiting list. I just don’t have enough time to read them all.

I used to have an online book store — it still exists now, I just don’t have time to take care of it the proper way. Do you think I just sell those books there? I used to sell second hand books. It was lovely providing people with books they love. Bcoz I know exactly how they feel. I feel it, too, whenever I have new books.

Hm…seems like my talking here is not about missing my blog anymore — which is the title of this post. But, hey…it’s my blog, it’s up to me how I express myself. Plus, not many read this blog anyway. If you happen to be one of those not many people, hope you don’t mind all my brag here. If you do mind it, well…sorry — I was about to say ‘I didn’t ask you to come over, you came here on your own call,’ but then I thought about it and it wasn’t polite enough, so sorry seems to be a better choice.

Anyway, gotta go. I have a 6 years old who needs help to get ready for bed. See you on the next blogging session — if there was a you.

PS: The pic doesn’t say anything about my missing the blog, but it shows how my daughter and I love to be on the same frame.